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colleendoran · 1 year

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How Do I Do Stuff

The question was phrased a little strangely, and I don't want to embarrass the person by posting exactly what was said, but I'll answer it and hope this clears everything up.

I do almost all of my drawing by hand. No, I don't trace in Photoshop. Not a judgment on those who do, but I come from a generation of artists who did not use Poser programs or other digital tools. We learned to draw using a technique called the Sight Size method. I know a lot of people assume everyone - including the old masters - traced everything using optical tools, but while it is true some people did, it is just as true that most didn't, and you can draw with great accuracy if you learned how to draw the old fashioned way.

Sight Size breaks everything down into its barest components of geometric shapes and you build from there. Once you learn it, you never forget, and it applies to everything you will ever draw.

I learned it using a set of Famous Artist Course books my mom had since she was a kid, and they are still the gold standard. They're often on ebay. If I were you, I'd buy them.

I actually find using figure reference really annoying because I like exaggerations and modifications from reality in my final work.

This page from Neil Gaiman's Chivalry was drawn and painted without figure reference of any kind.

I don't know why people assume I trace all the time. If you were to try to use photographs to replicate these figures, you would find they are slightly off. There is no tracing here.

This is not to say I never use reference. This page, for example, was referenced from a photo of my mother. Isn't she pretty.

But this page of Sir Galaad was drawn and painted without reference.

He's pretty, too.

If he were real, I'm sure a lot of people would be very happy about it. But he's not. And had I reference, the art would have gone a lot faster. I had a time trying to nail this face that is very alive in my head but doesn't really exist.

Back in the ancient days, all cartoonists had to learn to draw and paint extemporaneously because reference was limited and digital tools didn't exist. While some high end artists had photography studios and professional models with costume and sets on hand, small fry like me were limited to what was in the house or available at my small local library, which was no bigger than a few rooms of my current house.

Artists kept extensive "morgue files" or "swipe files" which were collected from magazine clippings and photographs so we would have as much of what we might need on hand for quick reference. These ephemera collections could get unwieldy. I have thousands of photographs I've simply never sorted. I finally dumped most of my files this past year.

Have I ever traced anything? Of course, especially if I have to re-use a shot or setting over and over. Making extra work for myself is just silly. It's my job to make pictures, not to perform magical feats, like copying one shot after another over and over without making a mistake.

However, for almost 15 years of my career, I refused to copy or trace anything, and did not even own a lightbox. On the one hand, that forced me to learn to carefully examine what I saw. On the other hand, it was a stupid hill on which many deadlines died.

Only after I realized many professional artists had lightboxes and overhead projectors did I finally break down and get one.

The one thing I use my lightbox for more than anything is for tracing my thumbnail sketches to the final drawing paper. Instead of trying to capture the liveliness of the original sketch by copying what I see - only bigger - I blow the thumbnail up to the size I want the final art to be, then I trace over the thumbnail using a lightbox onto the final drawing paper.

Here's a look at thumbnails from the graphic novel Neil Gaiman's Snow, Glass, Apples.

I enlarged these on my computer to fit onto 11"x14" paper, and traced the thumbs before finishing the art which was drawn in pen and ink and colored in Photoshop.

While I obviously made some changes, the essence of the thumbs is there in the final work. Tracing my thumbs retains some of the looseness of the original sketches, which is often lost otherwise.

So, there is a valid purpose to tracing at times, though in my opinion, too much tracing can weaken drawing ability, substitute for developing skills, and make the work kind of stiff.

If you want to, I'm not your judge. But it's weird to me that people think I must be faking my skills in some way.

Ironically, the word cartoon comes from the Italian word cartone, which is a large heavy sheet of paper - also, the origin of the word carton.

Preparatory sketches were made on this paper which was then transferred to the final work surface via either tracing or by stamping little holes in the paper through which dust was sprinkled, recreating the contours of the drawing for the artist to follow.

So the origin of the word cartoon comes from a process often used...for tracing.

#snow glass apples #chivalry #neil gaiman #drawing

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jazzyblusnowflake · 3 months

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Alright, we've had Nuzi headcanons. We've now had Vuzi headcanons... Let's heart it, you're Violent Biting Biscuits headcanons, N x Uzi x V... Or if you'd rather complete the set, eNVy headcanons. I am curious of both. (Your headcannons are just super cute)

Holy hecc, I'm so sorry for answering these asks so late but i'm gonna be honest- I just never think anyone likes my writings or ever reads them XD

okay then lets see- my ViolentBitingBiscuits headcanons- i will put eNVy for the next ask because someone else asked for it too and they wont all fit here lol.

My NUziV headcanons ovo<3 :

[once again these are only the drone versions, the human versions aren't involved / also i may add some 🔞🔞🔞 ones this time lol >:3 also uhhh apologies in advance but this one is long as all hell so....um]

K we know the drill, they are all together- hopefully in the future- even if any of them dies i'm gonna pretend i do not see 🙄 deadass gonna treat this like the jjba fandom- my faves are ALIVE AND WELL SHUT UP ARAKI-

Okay so there's some things that we have already mentioned in the previous headcanons- ill try to not repeat them unless they are necessary but ill also try to treat this as its own post and lightly repeat them real quick too-

N and V started out fighting over Uzi, and Uzi obviously was mostly into N at first- but after a while i guess Vs advances got to her- especially since she was- in a way- so desperate for attention/affection, so it felt a little overwhelming to her but in a good way. they very obviously flirted with her which got them silently treating it as a challenge- and Uzi being Uzi obviously loved the attention she got out of it- opting to let this just... kinda continue lmao. she didn't expect to let it go far enough for her to end up with both of them but here we are XD

We slightly touched this topic before about V but to reiterate- all of them have different levels of trauma that they all deal with and currently V has gone through the worst of it, both having to endure Cyn's torture in her mindspace and also having to watch N get slaughtered in front of her and possibly even having a hand in it. She fears losing people that mean to her so she became avoidant with a difficult personality to guard whatever's left of her. It took a really long time for her to decide to be with the two and to protect them and not run away from her feelings for anyone or anything. but some days its still difficult for her so sometimes N and Uzi have to literally trap her into a wrestling cuddle pile or something to get her to just... exist, without feeling like the whole universe is weighing her down. N and Uzi want her to know they are there to protect HER from those inner demons too.

sometimes the cuddle piles end up with N and V once again trying to get Uzi's attention lmao which ends up with them being a little too horny on main- whoops :) - everything starts with a little nibble here, a small bite there - maybe some pillow fights and climbing over eachother or holding one another down in different positions- aaaand then they wake up a few hours later with Uzi having regrets cuz these two are horny as f-

ANYWAY- N is probably the most patient of the 3, and although he usually never breaks up fights because he trusts the other two to handle their own problems without him needing to mom them, sometimes Uzi and V go a lil too far and he gets very tired of dealing with this kind of behavior. he never blows up at them- but he usually goes away to take a breather- sometimes hanging out with Thad or the other drones- and during this time Uzi and V kinda feel bad- but then they would think of stuff like maybe planning dates or getting food for him, draw stuff on cards and etc- or go around trying to find gifts to make him happy<3 sometimes they might add some extra kisses and unwinding sessions in the end as an extra treat :p N always forgives them obviously, he just needs some guys night out every once in a while or something lmao-

Getting close to Uzi became an excuse for N and V to get closer to eachother too. ironically, it first started with them bantering about who is better at what- but then it turned into unironically flirting and teasing eachother- but after a while they realized their relationship isn't going to ever be the same as what it was back in their old days but its also something completely new, so they become more willing to accept one another and explore their newer dynamic.

they all love being coddled and pampered every now and then. Uzi and V may not outright admit it- but they really do too. so they take turns with who they put in the middle of receiving affection :p

N and V are VERYYYYYY over protective of Uzi. to the point that they wouldn't even let the doctor [for tech repair obviously] check Uzi or touch her in any way when she had a small virus case lol. Khan had to pay the poor doctor extra for that.... deciding to leave his daughter in her room in a cuddle pile of two murderous demons that have glowing cat eyes every time he comes in the room smh.

V and N really like cuddling Uzi and sticking their hands under her clothes. or sometimes just flat out sleeping or cuddling naked. its less of a sexual thing and more so to do with the fact that the two MD's have higher body temperature and a less efficiant body for cooling- since they have a more compact torso and a lot less oil and coolant fluids going through them [since they need to consume it continuously] and having a bunch of working nanobots and nanites shoved into them to turn into weapons/wings/etc- and Uzi- although having the AS- is still very much less in need of cooling due to still having a more efficient body design for a "exoplanetary worker unit", with a still functioning cooling system inside that doesn't necessarily need extra oil to make it work unless under stressful conditions.... even if she probably does have worms and fleshy tentacles inside her now lmao. But either way Uzi's body is still a lot colder than the others so she's usually shared in the middle and at this point Uzi cant even be embarrassed when they slide their hands under her clothes and grab her wherever smh..... although V also does it as a semi possessive thing so there's that pfft. she was especially handsy after that doctor left XDDD.

Yes Uzi has very much in fact ended up at the medical/tech repair unit multiple times because N and V have sometimes ended up being a bit too much for her to handle- and the doctor [a character yall shall meet later] has absolutely had it. She had to literally sit the 3 down, explain to them their body differences via scans and the damages they may cause Uzi and it was basically the robot version of having "the talk" with your child- and Uzi wanted to die there and then.

Uzi sometimes just tells the two to drink blood from her- the first time they wanted to share oil they were scared about accidentally causing Uzi to overheat- but after a few times of trying it, they continued doing it more frequently either by kissing and regurgitating or taking turns to bite Uzi or vice versa. N and V typically don't use one another's oil because they already have high usage as it is, it wouldn't be efficient. admittedly N and V always have concerns when it came to biting Uzi- but somehow they found out Uzi actually enjoys it a little when they do it and well...they get ideas lmao- they just make sure to lick her indents clean with their regenerative saliva to make the AS work as little as possible on Uzi's body.

N really enjoys seeing his partners smooch..... for study purposes ofc lmao- actually he uses his visor to take pictures sometimes- let the man be a little horny in peace smh. and don't worry Uzi and V know all this- they just wanna tease him a little bit :p

Uzi and N usually chit chat while they are in the bed until they fall asleep- but V prefers to just hug Uzi on the side listening to them while they talk until she falls asleep too

they love going around in human based areas with shops and stuff to find books to read together or any other fun human stuff they can find- maybe table top games? lol- V goes for the sports stuff. she kinda wanna try hitting something with a bat...

[okayyyy so tumblr doesn't let me write any more XD i def have more ideas but oh well. also ill save the eNVy for another ask that i have in my inbox so you'll get that soon too :p]

#murder drones #nuzi #vuzi #nuziv #nuvi #biscuitbites #violetviolence #eNVy #envy murder drones #violentbitingbiscuits #enzi #snowballflo #serial designation n #serial designation v #uzi doorman

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dilvuc · 6 months

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❝FEAST❞

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: horror

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: feast

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: jamil x yandere!cannibal!m!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: gore, blood, minor character’s death, cannibalism

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: rumor says there's a cannibal at the school, but that's just a myth…right…?

“A cannibal? Are people really coming up with that story…?” you yawned with boredom, leaning back on the pillow. jamil hummed, “But…there were a few students who went missing. What if it's true?”

“Jamil, there isn't any proof that there's a cannibal in this school. I blame Crowley since he's being a shitty headmage right now.” you accused.

“...You’re probably right. That headmaster doesn't do much at the school to help his students.” the tan skinned male sighed. “Why am I worried about that?”

“Hey, you're ok with me cooking up some dinner tonight, right? Or you don't trust me to make dinner because I might poison Kalim?” you raised his eyebrows. jamil deadpanned, “...I trust you since we have known each other growing up. just don't add too much spice like last time.”

“Boo. You're no fun…” you pouted, causing jamil to chuckle a little.

night had arrived, you were given permission to make dinner in the school kitchen. jamil doesn't understand why you want to make dinner alone, but he didn't bother questioning it.

it's strange. it's…quiet in the scarabia dorm. why is it so quiet? the vice-housewarden went to knock on kalim's door to check on him, but all he finds is a note that read: “having a sleepover at the heartslabyul dorm with my band mates! i’ll be back tomorrow!” with a smiling face on it.

“Seriously…? What about everyone else?” jamil questioned.

“Jamil. There you are!” you waved to the tan skinned male. “Dinner is served~ It'll be our romantic dinner.”

“Eh? You and me? Alone?” jamil blushed. you winked, “We're mates, are we?”

“G-geez, I hate it when you do that. Fine…” jamil huffed.

you and jamil are seated in the lounge with dinner resting on the floor. it's nice that you set up dinner for you two, but…he still felt this ominous feeling that it makes him feel uncomfortable.

“Hey, are you alright?” you asked.

“A-ah. Yeah. It's just…I find it weird that it's so quiet. Too quiet…” jamil mumbled, rubbing his arms.

“Yeah…it is odd. Why is it so quiet…?” you raised your eyebrows while scooping some curry on jamil’s plate. “Curry? It's your favorite.”

“Oh. Thanks…” jamil accepted as he took the plate from your hand. you winked, “I added special ingredients that you might enjoy~”

“If you added extra spice, I'm so gonna kick your ass.” jamil narrowed his eyes on you. you brushed it off with a laugh, “It isn't spice~ Something new and special that might be extra good~”

“Whatever.” jamil rolled his eyes before taking a scoop of curry in his mouth. after swallowing it, he was impressed by the new flavor. “Hm. This is good. What's the special ingredients?”

“It's a secret~” you placed your finger over your lips.

“You think you're so mysterious…” jamil said sarcastically, taking another scoop of curry in his mouth. you hit yourself on the forehead, “Ah! I forgot to get us some drinks! I'll be right back. Don't eat all the curry without me, curry snatcher.”

jamil struck his tongue at you before you left to get drinks. the tan skinned male seated back in his seat and continued eating his curry, but…something stopped him from swallowing it whole. he felt something round in his mouth that doesn't quite fit in curry. jamil spit it out in his hand to see what it might be.

“...!” to his horror, it was an eyeball. jamil slowly turned to the curry on his plate and noticed some horrifying things in it, leading him to toss the curry aside and back away in horror. “...w…what…?”

jamil creeps over to the pot of curry and removes the lid to look inside of it. witnessing the gruesome horror made him want to vomit. now he realized what he has done, he has been eating something, no, he has been eating someone. the tan skinned male stood up and backed away, “So…the cannibal is…”

“Jamil. I bought the drinks.” jamil jumped at your arrival. you noticed the ruined curry on the ground and the look of horror on jamil's face. “Ah. I see you have not finished eating your dinner.”

“Y…you…you killed…” jamil pant in panic as he shakily grabbed his pen and pointed at you. you sighed with disappointment, “Such a shame. I have been hiding it for years since I was a child. Why do you think there are people missing? Do you realize what yours and Kalim's family have been eating from my family’s recipes for years?”

jamil gasped in horror and covered his mouth upon realizing what he had eaten. he then pressed his back against the wall, glaring at you with pure rage, “You…! It was all you!”

“Sorry for anger ya~ I get hungry easily.” you shrugged as you stepped closer, making the tan skinned male pointed his pen at you. “I wouldn't want to eat you, but…I’ve been wanting to know what you taste like, my lil’ cobra~”

“Stay back…! STAY BACK!” jamil screamed as he aimed his magic at you, but unfortunately for him, you grabbed his wrists and pinned them against the wall. “L-let me go!”

“Have I ever told you that you look delicious? How much I've been wanting to taste you?” you grinned ear to ear, tightening your grasp on jamil's wrists, causing him to hiss in pain. “Jamil, may I have a bite?”

jamil's eyes widened as you leaned closer to his neck. he struggled in your tight grasp, trying to set himself free, but failed. the poor vice-housewarden screams in pain as you bare your teeth in his neck, pouring blood from his neck.

missing person: jamil viper

╰┈➤ author note: please note that this is a slow update. i will still accept your request, but it will take a while since i'll be working on my books on wattpad. if you wish to read those books, here's my wattpad account.

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#male reader #top male reader #disney twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #twst #twisted wonderland #jamil viper #yandere reader

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ohforficsake · 1 month

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Down, Boy

A Margay Universe Drabble

series masterlist / main masterlist

Summary: The boys end up at a dive bar on Frankie's birthday. Snipers are good at pool. Frankie's not gonna be able to wait until they make it home. Can be read as a standalone.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Sniper!OFC Audrey 'Moose' Goddard

Word Count: ~ 1.6K words

Rating: Explicit 18+ / dirty talk, momentary dry humping, jerking off in a dive bar bathroom, mention of oral sex (f receiving), bit of a come fetish (it's these two, they're just like this) / language / drunk!Frankie is the sweetest, filthiest menace with a massive competency kink / Minors DNI

A/N: A little drabble that came up a few months ago but didn't quite fit with the main Margay storyline. Just something fun to tie you over after putting you all through it with Chapter 9.

Divider by @cafekitsune!

Frankie is—

—a bit drunk tonight.

But it’s his birthday.

And he’s always been a happy drunk.

There’s no falling on the floor. No getting up in other patrons’ faces. Just cheeks ruddy and round from freely-given mirth.

He’s harmless as a puppy and just as excitable.

Whooping with cheers whenever anyone sinks a pool ball into a pocket, whether they’re on his team or not.

_____

He had made the trip out to northern California for the occasion, wanting only to spend his day with his daughter.

But the boys catch wind of his plan and throw in for an Airbnb on the coast for the occasion.

And in the process of planning, Santi and Benny cook up a four-beer deep idea over an empty pizza box to arrange an extra gift.

Aud, what are your thoughts on Fort Bragg? Santi fires off on a text thread between the three of them.

I’m glad that they’re changing that name, guy was a cunt.

Sorry no, California. Benny clarifies. But also, agreed.

Is that not named after the same guy?

Santi sends the house’s address at the same time Benny sends, it is yeah.

Catfish wants to spend his birthday out there with his kid and we couldn’t let him celebrate alone. Pope attempts to steer.

Wondering if you might want to tag along? Last week of June.

Send me a venmo request for my part of the booking.

_____

Something warm blooms in Audrey’s chest at the sight of Frankie with his friends, quietly strategizing over forest green pool table felt.

He throws his arm around Benny’s neck and thumps Santiago on the back when they win this round, uncaring that he and Will have lost the last three.

“Can you please play this one, this score is embarrassing,” Will leans over on his bar stool with arms crossed against his chest, voice raised just enough so Audrey can hear him over Garth Brooks being played at a decibel below ungodly volume.

“Already told you, if I play, it’s over in one turn,” she takes a swig of beer, “that’s no fun for anyone.”

“Losing isn’t fun either though.”

She studies Will in the haze of neon-red tinged smoke. Audrey’s only known him for three hours, but she likes him already. Enough to grant him this favor.

“Fine.”

She slips off her bar stool and shimmies her jeans higher up on her hips before shrugging the leather jacket off of her shoulders.

“You playin’, Moose?” Santiago calls with a grin.

“One round,” she holds up a finger, “save these boys some shame,” she finishes as Will hands her a cue. The minute she lifts it off the ground she murmurs “not that one,” and Will swaps her out.

“There’s no way she’s that good,” Benny quips to Pope as he racks up the balls.

“I—do not have as much confidence as you on that,” Santiago carefully lifts the triangle and slots it back under the table. “You should probably know better, Benjamin.”

“You boys are fucked,” Frankie loops his arms around both of their shoulders as Audrey chalks her cue.

She places the cue ball towards one rail behind the second set of diamonds and glances behind her, gauging the space before leaning down to eye level, bouncing and spinning the cue in her hand to get a feel for its balance before she takes her first shot.

Audrey sinks two balls on the break.

She quickly assesses the table when they come to a stop. “Stripes, do I need to call the pocket?”

“No need to be a show-off,” Pope quips.

“Fair enough,” she slips around the far side of the table and sinks the 9-ball in a corner. It lines the cue ball up perfectly and she drops 14 in a center pocket.

One lap around the table and a glance at the boys to be sure she has clearance before Audrey knocks the cue ball just off its center point, gliding it across felt where it transfers its spin to 15, sending it swirling down the rail into a corner pocket. She slips around to the opposite side of the table, banking the cue ball off the opposite rail and into 13, which slips neatly into the center pocket nearest her.

“What went in on the break?” Benny calls.

“11 and 2,” Will answers where he’s calmly perched on a barstool against the wall.

She could miss now and he’d still be impressed.

She won’t.

The cue ball is dead center on the table and 10 is sitting a foot short of a corner. Audrey circles the table, chalking her cue as she analyzes angles. The best shot is from the end nearest the three boys but she’ll have to reach for it.

She stands in front of them and murmurs “sorry, boys,” before she hikes one knee up on the side rail and leans down, chest nearly grazing the table.

Frankie covers Benny and Santi’s eyes from where his arms are still braced on their shoulders.

His eyes, however, are locked on her ass.

They hear 10 drop in before brushing Frankie’s hands away.

Audrey bounces the cue ball off the edge of 12, popping it into the nearest pocket.

“Oh, that’s done, she’s got it,” Benny murmurs when the white ball comes to a stop directly in line with the corner pocket nearest Will, the 8 ball sitting perfectly in the middle of the shot.

Audrey sinks it and Frankie whoops, clapping both men on the back before rushing around the table to grab Audrey in a bear hug that lifts her up off her feet.

“FUCK yeah, baby!!!” He screams, taking her face in his hands and mashing his mouth against hers.

“Okay, down boy,” she quips with a smile.

“Well played, Moose,” Will holds out his hand for a shake.

“Alright, the rest is on y’all,” she hands the cue off to Will. “I gotta hit the restroom and then I’ll pick up another round.” She makes her way around the table, Benny and Santi congratulate her with claps on the back before she’s off down the hall.

“Hell of a woman you got there, Catfish,” Will chalks his cue.

Frankie answers with the quirk of a brow and a smirk that drips with filth.

One of the patrons recognizes Benny from fight night and it causes a stir. Turns out Will knows him from high school and everyone’s fascinated with what a small world it really is, attention distracted enough to allow Frankie to slip away.

_____

Audrey wrenches the door to the bathroom open and collides with Frankie’s chest.

“Jesus, Francisco.”

He backs her up with his body, kicking the bathroom door closed and latching it as his mouth crashes against hers, twisting his cap around backwards.

“You’re fuckin’ amazing, baby.” He smashes her against the wall with his broad form, craning low to kiss at what skin he can get to under her turtleneck before giving up and sucking on her earlobe.

“Yeah, well, I guess” she pants as Frankie drops to his knees and grabs at her hips, grinding the bulge in his jeans against her shin as he mouths at her stomach through the fabric of her shirt, “don’t play pool with a sniper.”

Frankie is fully hard as he ruts against her, pulling clumsily at the button and zipper of her jeans. He inhales against her mound and moans before quickly getting to his feet.

Harmless as a puppy and just as excitable.

He’ll sniff crotches and hump legs too, apparently.

Audrey grabs his face between her hands in an effort to center him, dipping her tongue into his mouth before Frankie pulls back.

“Fuuuck baby,” he reaches down to squeeze his cock through his jeans, “I’m not gonna make it, baby, I can’t–”

“Frankie–”

“Shhh, gatita, please,” he clamps a hand over her mouth as his forehead thumps hard against hers, “fuck,” he huffs, “I’m gonna. Pull those pretty panties down for me, beautiful. Just a little bit.”

Audrey is positively dying to see where this goes.

She slips her jeans and thong down her thighs, eyes locked on Frankie’s locked on black lace.

“Right there. That’s my pretty girl. Yeahh,” he shifts around to free himself from his jeans and she moans into his palm where he slides the hot, hard length of him against her center.

Frankie indulges for a moment, slipping his cock against the smooth wet of her lips.

“Shit,” he hisses before gripping himself in his fist, brown eyes searching green for permission.

And having it, he starts to pump his cock.

It takes him less than a minute before thick ropes of semen spurt into the gusset of her panties as he groans against the back of his hand where it’s still clamped over her mouth.

“Gatita?” He lets go on a ragged gasp once his hips have stilled and he’s worked himself through.

She puffs an acknowledging breath against his palm.

“I’m gonna make it up to you, I swear,” he lets his hand drop but keeps his forehead pressed against hers.

Frankie’s fingers move down to hook in the waistband of her lace thong before he slips it, warm and sticky and reeking of his spend back up into place.

“Keep that for me?” He slips his tongue in her mouth, fastening the button on her jeans and dragging the zipper closed. “I’m gonna come back for it.”

He presses a final, wet kiss to her lips, warm palm resting briefly on her cheek before he slips out of the door.

He leaves her frayed with want. Panting through burning lips as her head thumps back against the wall.

Sometimes she wonders if Frankie Morales is the filthiest motherfucker alive.

Two hours later when he cleans her cunt with his tongue—cap twisted round backwards on his head, wet panties stuffed into the pocket of his jeans—she realizes he probably is.

He probably is.

And he's hers.

Tagging a few lovely folks who are/might be interested: @tinytinymenace @theshensei @jeewrites @oliveksmoked @for-a-longlongtime

@toomanytookas @missladym1981 @harriedandharassed @76bookworm76 @spookyxsam

@soft-persephone @julesonrecord @legendary-pink-dot

#frankie morales #frankie morales fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal #the margay #ohforficsake

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paper-mario-wiki · 6 months

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What does your Googoo aresenal look like?

This is my default Googoo loadout. I use it by far the most. Some of the lower stats like the "Burning players killed" on the Yaoi paddle, and the "projectile reflected" on the Part-Time Rocket Launcher are newly added strange parts, so they don't reflect on the actual lifetime stats.

Additionally, I try to only have one strange cosmetic per set, since having more than one is overkill. "Ain't She Sweet?" is something I traded for a few months after I came out, so that reflects lifetime kills with this set as Scout and not Chase.

Chase's longest-running strange cosmetic was this pink painted Apparition's Aspect.

The other set I've been using a lot lately is this one:

The Stinker is my favorite weapon I've been playing with recently. I think I've actually used it for fewer than 15 hours total, so the stats aren't massively impressive yet.

I also reuse Aint She Sweet? for this set, and for the melee I've just got a normal Powerjack (I don't use that thing very often).

Depending on the map I switch between shotgun or detonator for long-range poking and better mobility.

Another set I recently acquired was one that I set up after unboxing a gold-centric unusual and deciding to make it its own whole thing.

Premium Toaster was a gift from Van from when we were still dating (never gettin rid of that one).

Cruelty Squad is a strange field-tested Jazzy warpaint, which if you know anything about the TF2 economy might be more impressive to you than anything else. I was able to pick one up right after the paint came out so I didn't get charged a bajillion dollars for it.

The newest item, and the only one that I traded specifically for this set (aside from the filamental which is a normal unique cosmetic and therefore worth less than 5 cents) is the Axtinguisher. It came pre-named when I traded for it, and I haven't been able to think of a more interesting name for it. Frankly, I think the American Psycho name is cute, but I don't know that it really fits me perfectly. When I think of somethin' better I'll change it.

Those are my most Googoo Signature loadouts summarized, but here's all of my pyro loadouts:

A few extras:

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ikeuverse · 7 months

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BAD (GOOD) LUCKY — l.heeseung

PAIRING: heeseung x fem!reader GENRES: fluff, humor WC: 2.1k+

WARNINGS: a few (quick) swear words, mentions of food and that's it. nothing to worry about here, i guess. let me know if i've forgotten anything!

NOTES: this writing was supposed to come out on our heeseung's bday, but i didn't have a good couple of days. and i also had a huge creative block. after long days, maybe weeks, i managed to produce this. it's not one of my best pieces of writing and even less was i totally satisfied with it. it was my first time writing in the third person too, and I confess it was very different.… but since i promised i'd deliver something for his birthday, here it is. i hope you like it.

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Heeseung had always been a very skeptical boy about many things in his life. He had a few friends who talked about fate, karma, and anything that might involve the universe. Yes, he respected all that and sometimes – very rarely – he believed something or other they said. Like now.

He knew that everything that was happening in his day was some kind of karma from the universe. But why? Why didn't he help his coworker draft a document? Or why he accidentally bumped into someone in the street and, in his haste, forgot to apologize? Or why he was so sleepy on his way to college that he didn't say good morning to Mrs. Cho, who always stood on his balcony in the morning.

Heeseung didn't know what he had done wrong, but he knew that karma was at work.

Forgetting to hand in an important college assignment, getting lectured by his favorite teacher, forgetting to check the weather forecast, and getting soaked on the way to work. To make matters worse, Heeseung hadn't packed any extra clothes, so he didn't know what to do.

"Maybe there's something in the lost and found, I can check for you" Sunoo was a wonderful friend and Heeseung couldn't thank him enough. But the attempt didn't say it would be a success, because nothing in the company's lost and found would suit him. Or fit him for a whole day.

The only alternative was to talk to the supervisor, so he could take the laptop home and work on it while thinking about a nice hot bath and the coziness of his bed. That's what he needed.

"I can't buy an outfit, there are no stores around," he huffed, trying his best to dry his hair with the hand-drying paper from the bathroom.

Sunoo laughed, trying to think of something that could help.

But again, karma was at work.

"No light? That's got to be a joke" he wanted to shout, but he knew he could get a fine from the condominium if he did "No, no, no… I need… Shit!" Heeseung didn't know what else to do but take a shower – a cold one – and find somewhere else to work.

He had already left the company so that he could do this at home, he wouldn't leave anything else to accumulate or with karma acting on all his actions that day.

He ignored all the chills as the icy water fell on his skin, or bit his lips so hard as he took that cold shower just to wash his whole body and have a little hope that the wave of bad luck would go down the drain.

Putting on a sweatshirt and grabbing a more presentable, dry backpack, he put on his belongings and went in search of somewhere nearby where he could work.

The convenience store around the corner from his building was a bit noisy, so he knew he could lose focus at any moment. And Heeseung didn't want anything else getting in the way of his day.

Walking a little further, or perhaps a little further than he wanted, he found a small café. It was about a fifteen-minute walk from his house, he hadn't counted. But it looked like a good place and he just wanted to sit down and get to work.

What a scene from a movie, he thought to himself after looking for the most secluded table in the establishment and sitting down. He set down his laptop in time for an attendant to come over and take his order.

It wasn't long before he arrived and Heeseung could enjoy his drink and donut while he got to work. It was all he needed for the day after all the bad luck that had been hanging over him.

"Destiny has something in store for us every day of our lives."

"Everything connects and karma does exist. If you do good, it comes back to you."

"The universe reserves things for us that are inexplicable. Everything is mapped out."

The voices of his friends echoed in his mind. Could Heeseung start to believe that now? Or was he still too skeptical about all the things he had always heard from his circle of friends? Maybe the karma part would start to be real in his life after today… He couldn't say.

Taking a deep breath and with a half-smile, glancing at the clock in the corner of his computer, he noticed that he had been there for a long four hours. Looking up, the café was empty, just him and another gentleman on the other side.

Did I stay that long? Heeseung wondered as he watched the man walk up to the counter and pay for his order before leaving.

He yawned, stretched his back, and yawned again. It was time to go home, maybe the power had come back on or he could take a few minutes to rest before calling the condominium and seeing what had happened.

But his thoughts were interrupted by the front door. A bang as it opened and a girl rushed in, her eyes quickly meeting those of the attendant before she excused herself and went to a corner of the cafe.

The table was not far from Heeseung's and he could hear slight sniffles as the same attendant who had come to his table hours before was now attending to the woman.

"Just a coffee, please" her voice was broken and he didn't have to turn and face her to know that she was crying.

A break-up? A dismissal? Heeseung didn't know what had happened, but now his trip home could be postponed. Perhaps he was curious to know why the woman was like that, or just slightly worried about the way she had quickly entered the establishment.

Heeseung wanted to turn and face her, just to see if his thoughts were right or just out of a little curiosity.

He let the waiter take her order and, at that moment, Heeseung turned around cautiously. He just hadn't counted on the woman already looking in his direction.

Damn it, Heeseung wanted to curse himself for being so nosy, turning to his table as quickly as he had turned to face her. He thought he'd gone mad when he heard a low laugh after he straightened up… Had he made that woman laugh? No, it wasn't possible. Then, turning around once more, he faced her while she was still looking at him.

"Are you okay?" was the first thing that crossed Heeseung's mind as they both held each other's gaze for long seconds.

"I'll be fine" she said, smiling straight away.

He tried to ignore her watery eyes as he watched her smile, reflecting the act and smiling at the same time. He didn't know how or where the idea came from to get up and walk across the few tables that separated them, taking a seat right in front of her.

The girl looked at him expectantly, attentively sipping her coffee, waiting to hear what he was going to say next.

Heeseung didn't know either. He at least had no idea why he had gotten up in the first place, he just did it and the next thing he knew, he was facing her.

"Tough day, huh?" the question was rhetorical, but the girl still nodded in agreement and sighed, leaving her glass on the table "My day sucked too."

"You seem fine to me" she smiled amusedly, which made Heeseung let out a little laugh and lean his arms on the table.

"If I tell you what my day was like, do you promise to believe me?"

"I promise" she said simply, and Heeseung smiled at that.

Of course, he would tell her every detail of his day, even the most embarrassing ones since he woke up. His theories about why everything was happening and even his cold shower and the lack of power in the apartment. He wouldn't let any of it pass as he watched her laugh with every little sentence.

And strangely, the boy felt good putting it all out there to a stranger who just agreed – now and then letting out a chuckle – and paid all the attention in the world to every single thing he said.

"So I guess your day was a lot heavier than mine" she said as soon as he had finished telling her everything. Maybe it was time for her to share.

Heeseung took his time, waited patiently, and even encouraged her to say something. She didn't seem apprehensive, let alone embarrassed about opening up. Strangely, she felt comfortable talking.

"A job promotion was taken away from me" she sighed after a long while, leaning back in her chair and playing with her empty coffee cup "I worked so hard for it, you know? I worked so hard for a whole year to… Just… Have it snatched away."

He realized that she might cry at any moment and, damn it, that had made Heeseung panic. Why did a stranger crying in front of him put him off?

Spotting the attendant, he decided to order the most sugary, chocolate-filled drinks available.

"On me" he said before she could even say no.

And for long minutes they both drank that chocolate milkshake without saying a word, just laughing at each other as they shared glances across the cafe.

"I forgot to tell you something" the girl decided as she wiped her mouth.

The sadness had faded a little after a moment shared with that stranger. Heeseung, curious and attentive, also abandoned his drink to pay attention to her.

"I hear you" he straightened up.

"The job is with my so-called work friend" she nibbled her lower lip and sighed, remembering what her flatmate – and best friend – had told her "Because she had sex with my boss and that's why she got it. Not for what she had to offer as an employee."

"Oh my God!" Heeseung almost screamed at that information. He barely knew the girl, but her sharing it like that made it all the better "So she's got your job, but not on merit. How… Ridiculous!"

"Exactly" and then, for the first time, he heard the laughter of the girl in front of him. A contagious laugh that made her even more beautiful.

"And I have to go now" after a long time, that was sure to happen "How much do I owe you for the milkshake?"

Yes, she was so beautiful. Heeseung wouldn't deny that.

And she wouldn't deny how handsome the boy in front of her was either. Who had just bought her one of the best milkshakes she'd ever had.

The moment when they would part, say goodbye, and never see each other again. But Heeseung didn't want that to happen. So those words were only realized after they came out of his mouth.

"I don't know, you can pay me back next time we see each other."

Oh… Had that really happened?

"Like a date?" she smiled shyly, her cheeks turning redder than the coffee shop upholstery. Heeseung thought it was adorable.

"Like a date" he said, reaching into his pocket for his cell phone and sliding it onto the table.

In a nutshell, it was understandable that she could put her number into the phone and, as soon as she did, Heeseung took the phone in his hands.

"Y/n?" he read the name as soon as she stood up, seeing that the girl had stopped all her movements to look at him "A very nice name. It suits you."

"Thank you" she smiled and waited for him to get up and pack his things before escorting her out of the café and walking a few steps together to the corner where they would eventually part "And what's your name, unluck boy?"

Nice nickname, Heeseung thought after he laughed at that, packing his backpack with all his belongings to go home.

"My name is Heeseung."

"A beautiful name, just like you" she couldn't make the same move, could she? But she did. And it was his turn to feel his cheeks burn quickly before she waved him away "I'll be waiting for your message, unlucky boy."

She greeted him one last time before turning the next corner and disappearing from Heeseung's view. Leaving him with a silly grin on his face and the thought that he wasn't a bad luck boy from the moment the universe put her in that cafe, at exactly the time Heeseung needed.

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #heeseung fluff #enhypen au #enhypen scenarios #enhypen heeseung #lee heeseung fluff #enhypen masterlist #enhypen x reader #heeseung fanfics #lee heeseung x reader #enhypen imagines

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lonleydweller · 2 months

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🥀Yandere Self aware Nubbins (TCM game) hcs🥀

This wasn't a request.. but I thought of the idea and figured it'd be a fun write

Warnings: yandere trope, obsessive behavior, 4th wall break, self aware character, stalking

Yanderes are OK to enjoy in fiction. They should stay fiction. They are not examples of healthy relationships. These behaviors are NOT okay in real life. They are horrid. This is for entertainment purposes

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● I'm assuming for this concept that you're more than likely someone who mains Nubbins when it comes to playing as family. Always choosing him if someone else hasn't already chosen him during a match!

● The greasy feral man was your favorite, he could easily maneuver through gaps and crawlspaces to pursue victims, moved swiftly, and had helpful little traps you could set around. Little did you know the favoritism would be reciprocated.

● I mean he must be your favorite right? You play as him every chance you get! You always seem to have so much fun playing as him! He knew he was the best! Otherwise why would you choose him over the rest? The idea of being someone's favorite, your favorite, the favorite of what is essentially an omnipotent being to him, makes him giddy.

● He loathes whenever you're away from the game, or when you're unable to play as him in the match because someone else is. He dosen't want these pigs controlling him! He wants you to! Just you. You play him the best!

● You may notice when you play as survivor that all the hitchhiker players you encounter seem to struggle killing you. Even high level players seem to stopping irregularly, missing hits, going the opposite direction of you even after spotting you, and randomly falling over even when no one's barged them. Perhaps it was a simple bug? Lag? Or maybe you were just getting that good at the game?

● If you're playing as a family member and someone else has taken up Nubbins, then the issues aren't as prevalent. However the character still shows irregular behavior. Doing certain animations like stomping his foot, being stunned, or swinging at nothing, even when they're not doing anything that would warrant the animation to be played. Almost as if Nubbins was having a fit, but that would be ridiculous right? It's just lines of code.

● You may notice slight, changes in your game, ones you could easily brush off as luck. Struggling to get a certain perk in the skill tree? What do ya know you got all of them! Nubbins seems slightly faster than normal? Maybe you're just tripping yourself out! Were you struggling to hit victims sometimes? You're getting a few extra hits in now!

● Do you like hearing him talk? Do you smile or laugh whenever he says a line? Do you make comments and talk back thinking you're just talking to nothing? He seems to babble even more as you run around and slash as victims. Especially the lines you seen to like the most.

● Slowly the lines might change. He starts saying the lines he'd say to other characters, like cook, Johnny, leatherface, ect. Even when they're not anywhere in sight. Particularly lines that used words like we, us, our. Maybe they were nearby and you just didn't notice?

● Now I feel it would take awhile for Nubbins to do anything drastic such as look at you through a camrea, connect to other devices, or dig through personal information and files on whatever device you play the game on. If he eventually does however, it will certainly further his obsession. Especially if he finds out you're a fan of the original tcm movie, if you have merch, drawings, or even met his actor, it kicks his obsession into overdrive.

● Many of the irregularities you may notice can just be passed off as bugs, errors, player fault, or luck. Nothing strange. Nothing to indicate that the lines of code were sentient. At somepoint however, the occurrences get to the point they can't be just be brushed off as a faulty game.

● He starts speaking new lines, one's you know aren't in the base game. One's that are too specific. Too direct. Praising you, your skill, what a great team you two make. Insulting other players. Commenting on your appearance, your home, your voice, things you've been recently doing. Then the console won't turn off. The game keeps opening even after you close it. You get loded into rounds where there's no other players.

● Your best bet at this point is to throw out your whole console. Any tcm media too. Hoping he hasn't infected other devices, hoping he hasn't leaked into the real world. Could he? If he could do this what would stop him from going farther? Who says he can't come out from the movie itself? His original source? You'd never be able to know until it's too late.

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fillthattank · 6 months

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Hey there, congrats on the 2000 followers! I wanted to see if you were still taking submissions for the mini celebration you were having. If you are, could you do a story about these progress pictures?

Keep up with the great blog and here's to another 2k followers

He was already one of the bigger and stronger guys at the gym when I first saw him. Nice bic pecs, a defined mid-section, and arms that earned him many stares. I was one of those, I won't hide it: I wanted to be that big too, one day.

But when I talked to him, I soon found out he didn't care for all those envious - and sometimes lustful - stares. All he wanted was to grow bigger and get stronger.

"The bigger you get the more you want to grow," he said, when I pointed ou he was already massive. He was drinking a gigantic shake in the locker room, his abs already bloated. After giving me some more advice, he tilted back his head to chug the last of his shake, his belly inching forward ever so slightly.

"Damn, I'm so bloated," he laughed nervously, noticing my eyes staring at his belly.

"You always have this much?" I asked, still in awe.

"Lately, yes. Trying to bulk up, but it turns out you need a real lot to be in a surplus when you're my size."

He moaned and rubbed his belly with one hand, as he flexed his other arm. In every gym, you see guys with big bloats, but this was seriously big.

"But like, is it safe to let you belly get this big?"

"Yeah, it's kinda freaky how big it gets. But it's just a bloat. And I want that extra muscle so bad."

This was indeed a daily occurrence. He'd bloat himself crazy after each session. Earning himself plenty of stares, from terror to jealousy passing by fascination, sometimes freaking himself out by the size of his bloat. But for his efforts, he was rewarded with consistent strength and muscle gains.

One day, he turned up at the gym with an already bloated tank, stretching his shirt tight.

"Big lunch?" I asked

"Big dinner, really. I was still so bloated when I woke up," he said, slowly rubbing his huge round gut. "Fitting breakfast and lunch in there was rought. But I want those gains so bad."

He really was huge. I'd seen him leave the gym after some monster chugging sessions with a smaller bloat than this. Watching him pump iron with a belly that looked like it would explode if poked the wrong way was both fascinating and terrifying.

And yet, his workout done, I found him in the locker room, holding the same monster shake. His bloat hadn't gone down one bit, digestion being offset by the water he'd been drinking between sets.

"There's no way you've got room all that, right?" I let out.

"I'm gonna make it fit. Can't miss out on any gains."

He didn't so much chug the shake as brute-force it into his already overloaded belly. His neck muscles working hard, leaning back or to the side as his stomach was forced to stretch. I stood fascinated, both telling myself I might need to jump in if he hurt himself, and in awe of how a single belly could hold so much.

Once done, he opened his mouth to burp, but no sound came out. He was beyond maxed out. Way past his limit.

"I think I need a belly rub," he said.

His belly looked so full I was scared to touch it. But, no one had ever looked as desperately in need of belly rubs as ths guy had.

Just a slight touch and I straight away felt the insane pressure inside his huge belly. As if the huge volume of food and shake was pushing against my hand with all its strength. Just touching the belly seemed to provide a visible amount of relief

"I needed that," he said.

I tried moving my hands around a bit. Like any self-respecting gym bro, I'd overdone it with the shake or the cheat meals a few times, and had some experience, but this was no ordinary bloated belly. His already huge stomach was so overloaded it seemed like he had gone beyond his capacity, forcing it to stretch. There really wasn't much I could do, though it seemed

I offered to drive him home. And to stay with him for at least a bit, as it didn't feel right to leave someone alone with a gut this dangerously stuffed. We lied him down on his bed, his enormous belly taking up a freakish amount of space. Jutting out vertically from below his beefy pecs, and rising up high in the air before it even started to curve back down.

"You really do want those gains bad," I joked.

"Yeah," he replied. I got a chucke out of him. "So bad I almost burst."

Desite almost all the energy in his body being redirected to managing his gargantuan bloat, he mustered enough strength to flex one of his arms.

I ended up staying the night.

The next morning, his bloat no longer looked like it was at risk of bursting, but still stuck out from beyong his pecs by a few inches. Not surprising, as even big muscle guy like him couldn't digest that much in just one night.

What did surprise me was how hungry he was. Even with a bloat big enough to freak out a smaller guy, his belly was still grumbling in hunger, loud enough to wake both of us up. Begging for a gigantic breakfast that he immediately got up to make for himself.

"How are you still hungry?" I asked.

"I don't know, I just am. My belly feels like it's empty."

The hunger only faded when his belly was back to being close to the size it had been last night. I was concerned, but he was now getting excited: with all this food, he was going to be able to put on even more muscle.

Rather than try and calm down after overloading his belly so much, he only increased his intake. His belly did not explode, but his strenth did. PR after PR was crushed. He was adding size at an insane pace.

All that weight wasn't muscle of course. A gigantic belly stuck out at all times. The constant overeating made it adapt. It kept getting bigger, of course, and it got sturdier. His belly no longer looked like a bloated six pack that would burst if poked the wrong way, but like a solid powerbelly, capable of digesting just about anything.

His abs were now gone from sight (though likely bigger and stronger than ever), but he didn't care. The giant belly wasn't just a tool to get bigger muscles, it was a point of pride in itself: just like he had the biggest guns, he also had the biggest gut. And he wanted both bigger.

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britt-kageryuu · 2 months

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Leo is streaming. His model is in his Unicorn onesie, slippers, and mask. He's on his blue inflatable chair floating in a virtual pool. River is on a inflatable table next to him. He's doing an AMA, were viewers can redeem 'Turtle Treats' aka channel points to ask a question anonymously. There is a sign that lists some restrictions on the questions, and if you attempt you will just get your points back.

River: How are things going with your crush?

He turns quite red, and calms himself a bit.

Leo: Things are going fine! We run into each other every now and then at the Restuarant. We went on a couple dates. We don't want to put out to much about our relationship for privacy reasons. Okay next question!

River: Are going to go anywhere else after you finish school?

Leo: No, I really like the clinic, and want to stay there. Plus we have some big plans for the place, like we set up a little cafe type area in the waiting room for clients who might have to wait for their appointments!

A sign saying Sponsored/Not Sponsored by The Caffeinated Turtle Coffee and Tea swings down before 'breaking off' and falling out of frame. Leo looks confused.

Leo: Who keeps doing that? Anyway next question!

River: Are you into any anime/manga? Any favorite from your childhood?

Leo: Kinda for both. We didn't get many channels that had Anime on them when we were little, and it was a while before we got the internet installed, so we may have watched Pokémon, maybe some random DBZ, but didn't watch alot of it because of fighting over what to watch.

Leo pauses to take a drink before continuing.

Leo: But I have been watching some interesting ones recently, like Cells at Work, My Hero Academia, and Black Clover. Though all of us have our own tastes, and I won't tell you what the others like, ask them yourself. Next!

River: Do you have any odd house rules? Not game rules BTW.

Leo: Well this needs some explaining. Okay, a few years again we moved to our current home after an accident destroyed our old one. When we got here we started some renovations, like putting a huge tub in one of the bathrooms that fits all of us in it with room to spare! It looks like an Onsen. Well that left us with one actual Shower, since the huge tub is more for soaking than cleaning.

Another pause to take a drink and catch his breath.

Leo: So we are kinda extra, and tend to have Shower Concerts that last a long time. So if someone else wanted to shower after they would have to wait. So since no one wanted to try making a shower schedule, we now have a waterproof speaker in that bathroom that we can all control. So we play a set number of songs, or a really long song, and have to end our showers when they finish, or else we add an annoying song to the list.

River: Chat would like to say that's very weird.

Leo: Yeah, but it's that or scream at each other to get out of the Shower. Next question!

River: Do you know any other languages?

Leo: Yup! I know quite a bit of Spanish, but I'm a bit out of practice, so I might mess up my words. And we're all working on our Japanese. Dad didn't really teach us, because he didn't think he'd want to go back after leaving his family.

River: On that note, Do you have any family in Japan?

Leo: Maybe? We haven't really tried reaching or searching, because the last time Dad talked to anyone from his family was like, (he's trying to figure the right number) in like the 80's, 90's, and he doesn't really remember if he had any cousins, aunts, uncles, and the like. We might make some attempts in the future, but it's got to be an agreed upon decision. Next question please!

The stream went on for a while longer with chat getting very excited about this new information, and some trying to connect information, but some just get knocked out for obviously trying to dig for more personal information.

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subtle-as-an-earthquake · 7 months

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phew, ok gonna just ramble for a minute! for the last couple of days i've been getting so caught up in my milex feelings and the letdown after the anticipation that i almost forgot to be properly excited for this trip 🙈 but now that i'm actually in dublin, after listening to arctic monkeys and miles tunes on the flight and getting hyped about seeing my one of my best irl friends from london again for the first time since june, it's much easier for me to put things in perspective, thank goodness!! i'd have kicked myself later if i spent my time here moping (which i've kind of been doing these past two days) instead of being excited about getting to see my all time favourite band play again (twice!!) AND with miles as well, and just have a fun trip with my friends in dublin (even though it'll be raining cats and dogs, but we'll be in the pub most of the time anyway 🍻)

after the london gig in june i really thought that was it for a couple of years, so to have been given this extra opportunity to see them again so soon is insane and an absolute blessing. i'm SO fucking excited, i can't even tell you 😭 these will be my 8th and 9th arctic monkeys gigs to date, and i'm still just as hyped as i was 10 years ago, and i think that's worth reflecting on for a minute ❤️

i'm putting some more musings about the milex situation under the cut for anyone who might be interested in a different perspective, but mostly it's just for me, to be able to untangle the mess that my mind has been in these past few days. also, please know that i'm definitely not trying to invalidate anyone's concerns or diminish anyone's feelings, because lord knows i've been feeling all the things the past few days and all those feelings are very (very) real!

i guess what i just keep coming back to is the fact that arctic monkeys (or alex, really, lbr) asked miles to be the support for these four dates when they absolutely didn't have to do that, and that if there was any bad blood between them then they totally could've asked anyone else. but they didn't, they asked miles! and miles agreed! it's much more likely that the fact that they're not playing together is due to logistics (with the orchestra and limited rehearsal time) and wanting to highlight miles's new album than any personal reasons tbh. they're professionals doing their jobs first and foremost, and while obviously we'd love a display of sentimentality, if that doesn't fit the show for whatever reason then it makes sense they don't give us that. i'm sure it's all been discussed and agreed on between them, and that they're doing perfectly fine behind the scenes. it's true that miles shows us a lot of himself, but alex and the other boys do not, so it also makes sense to me that what miles shares about them/their interactions with him is limited too, much as i'd love to see him gush about them and post bts footage. i always find that i get easily swept up in emotions and conjecture when i'm watching things unfold from a distance, through the tumblr/fandom lens, but i forget sometimes that that is a heavily coloured lens, and that real life is often very different, despite what social media etc. may seem to show. and for me personally, i've noticed that sometimes it's really good to break out of the bubble for a bit and see things from a different perspective, so i'm glad i was able to do that before my shows!

also, on a side note, i've seen some people being disappointed that alex didn't dedicate bodypaint to miles but just gave him a shoutout, but to me the distinction doesn't matter too much. he mentioned miles when he didn't have to, and miles stayed to watch the boys do their thing after his own set, and he didn't have to do that either if he wasn't feeling it. the fact is that recently there have been more and more signs that our boys are actually growing closer again than they seemingly have been for a few years, and while obviously i just want them to give us everything and announce a tlsp reunion and also profess their undying love for each other while they're at it, maybe their doing what they can right now, and they just need a bit more time to get to where they once were. we all need time to heal, or something like that, anyway. i obviously don't know anything, but this possiblity seems just as if not more likely to me than the other option (which would be that any of this is a sign they're growing further apart, instead), so i'm good with that for the moment.

anyway, this is just me talking to myself on the plane and creating some perspective for myself, but maybe someone else might find it helpful too, who knows. in any case, i'm going to do my best to enjoy it all to the fullest!! and while obviously getting to see them do something together would be brilliant, it would just be the cherry on an otherwise already really fucking delicious cake ❤️

#i know nobody probably cares about my ramblings but it felt good to get it out ❤️#arctic monkeys #alex turner #miles kane #milex #minnie talks

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adobe-outdesign · 10 months

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Have you reviewed Stantler and Wyrdeer?

Stantler is kind of underappreciated (or at least it was before PLA), but I kind of understand why. It's based off of Japanese deer scares, which are used to keep deer away from gardens—hence the giant false eyespots in the antlers. Even cooler is that despite it being a normal-type, it can create illusions with the orbs in the center:

The design is also interesting. It's not just a normal deer with antlers that look like eyes; it has a few other quirks, such as a round tail and dog-like jowls and ears. I like this, as it adds a bit of flavor and makes it more of a monster while still keeping it recognizable.

All that said, while the design is fine, I think Stantler's biggest problem is that it doesn't really exaggerate its concept enough. Those antlers are pretty small and fairly subtle, so they're not quite enough to leave a huge impact, even though the idea is solid.

Also, I'm not a big fan of the tail in execution—it looks like some kind of weird bulbous growth, and is down too low on the body. Weirdly, the earlier sprites for it looked significantly better, making the tail the same light cream as the chest/spots and having it be smaller.

Even some of the early official artwork showed it smaller and cream-colored, which makes me wonder why they didn't stick with it. (The nose was also black, which makes more sense than it being dark brown, and the cheeks were droopy but less puffy.) These are all minor changes, but they really do wonders for the overall look.

Regardless, Stantler has a good concept and a decent design, but just needed more oomph to really be memorable.

The fact that Stantler was relatively forgotten makes the addition of Wyrdeer all the more welcome. And it's a pretty good evo overall—it keeps all of Stantler's most distinctive traits, so most fans should be happy with it.

I also like some of the visual changes made to it. It adds a beard, which compliments the fact shape well, and some white stockings along the legs to go with it. The tail is also thankfully once again a different color, and has a bit off extra fluff to make it look 20% less growth-like. The switch from brown to gray helps the gold antlers pop more, and gives it a more mature look.

However, if Wyrdeer has one fault, it's that it doesn't feel all that much like an evolution—more like an ice-type regional. I think the reason is that the body shape is exactly the same, so it doesn't come across as more powerful, just different.

Another reason might be the lack of theme progression. It's now a psychic-type—a welcome addition—so you'd think those eyespots would be expanded upon. Maybe the orbs now float in the middle, maybe they glow and have a multi-colored ringed look to them, maybe it has a pair of fake psychic eyes over them like Hisuian Braviary, maybe it has a second set of antlers on its haunches that double as a seat to fit its status as a ride 'mon in PLA... I could go on. The antlers we got are fine, but they're just different rather than more advanced, if that makes sense. Regardless, it's still a good design and a solid improvement on some of Stantler's more awkward aspects.

So as a whole: Stantler is pretty good but doesn't do enough with its concept to really stand out. Wyrdeer doesn't feel that much like an evo, but it's still a good design and a much-needed addition to the line. Overall, nothing fancy, but some solid deer.

#stantler #wyrdeer #pokemon #pokemon reviews

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afeastfortuna · 5 months

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Why was Percy the only one sleeping on the floor of the Hermes Cabin in the show?

Not sure if this is just me, and admittedly it is still early days, but one thing the show seems to be missing that the book did so well is "all the Gods are terrible parents", and nowhere is this more noticeable than when comparing the Hermes cabin in book to show. Percy comes in to the Hermes cabin and got a sleeping bag on the floor. In the book, it was a struggle to fit him in because of the number of kids already sleeping on the floor. It was a big thing that so many kids were stuck there because their parents wouldn't claim them. In the show, he appears to be the only one on the ground (which is a little ridiculous and honestly just looks particularly cruel to Percy - ah yes, you specifically are on the ground).

From the very start the Hermes cabin is presented as over-full in the books. It's the place where kids go when their godly parent just doesn't bother claiming them, or is a minor god so they don't have a cabin of their own. It is an enormous plot point of the series, being what turns Luke, Chris, Ethan and so many others who spent enough time there against the gods. It is the physical symptom and proof of their lack of care, and one of the biggest reasons Percy sympathises with the half-bloods who turned to Kronos to a certain extent.

The TV show doesn't show that. Percy being the only one on the floor seems to imply the impermanence of his situation; it suggests a fast turnover of people getting claimed and moving on that more people haven't piled up in the cabin. And despite his worry and everyone's warnings he might not get claimed, he does so in a single week, and we never see anything to the contrary to suggest that isn't the usual experience. There is no evidence of overcrowding that should have been so easy to add to the show with a few extra sleeping bags on the floor and someone (perhaps Chris who I believe was unclaimed until he returned to camp in BotL) mentioning how long they've been unclaimed in the Hermes cabin.

This was a bit of a rant about a show I've been otherwise really enjoying, but I don't understand how something that seems so obvious didn't happen. And it's not like the producers or set designers just didn't think about it; after all Percy didn't have a bed. Or that they're not pushing the fact everyone had godly-parent issues; a lot of episode 3 was about how Annabeth never sees Athena, and they talked about how there was a chance Percy would never be claimed as though it was common. And if they're trying to make Percy seem more isolated and desperate to find out who his father is, wouldn't seeing loads of kids stuck on the floor have more impact than 'just you will be there for a short while until a bed come free'?

The over-crowded Hermes cabin was such a massive feature of the book series, to the extent that Percy's eventual demand of the gods (claiming their kids and minor gods cabins) entirely encapsulated all the problems with Cabin 11 that ignoringing it in a show that is otherwise presenting the essence of the story so well... just seems bizarre.

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson tv show #percy jackson tv series #hermes cabin #luke castellan #chris rodriguez #annabeth chase #episode 2 #why is Percy the only person on the floor?#why did this happen

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purikkura · 10 months

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collision report — s.hanbin

❪ ★彡 SYNOPSIS. ❫ ──── you've witnessed your best friend cause one too many train accidents, but never did you ever expect your heart would be caught in one.

❪ ★彡 PAIRING. ❫ ──── sung hanbin x gn!reader

❪ ★彡 WORD COUNT. ❫ ──── 2019 words

❪ ★彡 GENRE/TROPES. ❫ ──── angst... really bad angst, high school au (was tempted to set it at university, but didn't know how fitting that was <;/3), best friends

❪ ★彡 WARNINGS. ❫ ──── allusions to & mentions of death; reader's hella paranoid and delulu; hanbin's lowkey a red flag, but we choose to look past that

❪ ★彡 NOTES. ❫ ──── first fic... y'all, this took ages. i'm 98% sure there's no way i'll be able to pump out requests at a fast rate as most, but i'll try to get to that point. eventually. this was loosely inspired by doushite mo kimi ga suki da by akb48, hence why i brought up trains so often. get my sisters to 1 million on spotify, they're so close!! alternatively titled as 'heartbreak prince!'

You told him you’d be gone for no more than 5 minutes.

And usually, when you tell Hanbin things, such promises become your top priority—for no reason in particular other than that he was Sung Hanbin. Everyone liked Sung Hanbin, whether they’d admit to it or not.

Perhaps you stood ahead in line than others—reap the benefits of the title as his best friend, why not—but that position was distressing as it was rewarding considering all the train wrecks you had to witness practically firsthand. Cringing upon the first whiff of smoke in the form of heartbreak, you could only feel bad for that week’s victim who had fallen ill to Hanbin’s charms, who shoveled their nerves and confessed to him, sooted hands waiting to be taken by a pair as pure as his.

He never did. He never could; that, you knew very well based on the horrified looks he snuck over to you during the first few incidents. He’s gotten better at it, though—derailing the other person’s high-speed emotions, making it not as messy of a bloody blue ruin. As per every rejection, it ended with you two turning your backs and heading homebound together. Envy wasn’t always a green-eyed monster. It could also take on the form of a devastated high school student, eyes discerning the back of your head (rather than the obvious space between you and your friend) as though you had kicked dirt on them just then. Don’t you know better? The body’s still warm.

Homebound is where you should be right about now, but much to the shock of everyone else, you had a life outside of playing the role of “the one that always stands next to Hanbin; are they his significant other?” and, besides, you were people-pleasing elsewhere. Needing some last-minute material for an upcoming test, your teacher obliged the offer, but that meant taking time out of your day to actually confront them. You thought it would take no more than 5 minutes.

You told Hanbin that at approximately 4:37 PM.

It’s 5:23.

Perhaps on the way, you could sum up a valid excuse as to why you stayed way later than expected. Hanbin knew you were lagging behind in the class; he was the one helping you all this time, and it was more than likely that he was the one who tipped your teacher intel that you needed extra studying material in the first place. He tends to do that often. Care too much. Then again, you always tried to return the favor in other classes, no matter how bad you were, or, at the very least, attempted to buy or share your lunch. You physically had to fight to put a chip in his mouth once, which might or might not have resulted in choking, you profusely apologizing, and him simply smiling as if he didn’t almost befriend death.

It was the small things that made you love him.

Made people love him—you liked him a very normal amount.

. . .

Who are we fooling?

You were absolutely, tremendously, without a doubt, down terribly in the trenches in love with him! And it seemed everyone was well-aware, including your math teacher who not-so-subtly dropped the question only a few minutes ago, “Are you two an item yet?” Only problem was, you couldn’t tell the one person your feelings mattered most to. No, really, how could you? After every crush people have caught? After every crash he caused?

You weren’t willing to ruin what the two of you currently had. A relationship that exceeded mere acquaintances—one you always hesitated asking if it ever meant more to him. You even hesitated to ask someone else if they drew some sort of boundary with their friends when it came to physicality. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Hanbin to randomly entangle together, arms haphazardly overlapping with the other’s, however unintentional it may be. It was comfortable for the two of you, though perhaps not so much for passersby that looked at you with rage. A stark contrast between the way Hanbin looked at you with an unbelievable amount of tenderness.

. . . Regardless.

Hanbin was your best friend.

You couldn’t leave him, and he wouldn’t leave you.

That’s what you thought before making it to the courtyard. No Hanbin in sight.

Huh. That was strange.

The thought of him leaving you…

Your shoes kicked into high gear while the sun trickled to disappear. As if a ghost of one of Hanbin’s victims possessed you, a surge of unbeknownst confidence compelled you to try. Because you were tired of standing at a railroad crossing. Because you were fascinated by train wrecks.

There was no doubt in your mind. You love Sung Hanbin.

Didn’t matter how other people felt or how anyone would look at you. You were practically first on the waiting list anyway; you should feel more than willing to announce your feelings to the world and let the wind carry your words over to him.

Thankfully, Hanbin takes extremely slow strolls, so you managed to catch up to him right when he crossed the railroad crossing. (That’s also strange. You guys rarely take this shortcut.) Unfortunately, you arrived right when the gates fell.

“Hanbin!”

All you could see was him. Him. Him. Him alone. You could already imagine how beautiful he’ll look when he turns around, unable to hear laughter blocked out by what sounded like a siren.

You called his name another time. Possibly another.

Though the last was cut off by the incoming train, bells ringing, severing the red thread that connected you two until parted by death.

You braced for impact, a grimace replacing your previous dazed expression, but all you really felt was the wind pushing you back. You think the universe saved you just now.

Then the ringing stopped. You opened your eyes, expecting him to initially chastise you for being so reckless before teasing you for saying his name like a lovesick fool. But all he did was stare at you. Sure, there resided some specs of endearment in his eyes—that would never change—but the rest of his features reminded you so much of the horror-struck looks he gave you upon every confession. All he did was stare at you.

Meanwhile, all you could do was stare at her.

You’ve seen her before. She’s pretty—long sleek hair adorned by a headband, an accessory Hanbin doted on in the past for a reason beyond your one-sided awareness.

However, it wasn’t the headband that drew your attention or made your eyes bulge out of their sockets. It was the space between them, or lack thereof when you noticed their hands glued together.

You must’ve stared long enough not to notice the gates rose, clashing with your confidence that diminished instantly right to the soles of your shoes.

You only picked your head up when he called your name, as gently as he could.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” he mirrored in the same nervousness.

Glancing between them was a difficult task not to do. “Sorry it took so long, I… had to get some help from my teacher.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” he made sure to say that first, sneaking a look to the side. It was still his part, and you knew this script far better than anyone else. “I’m sorry — I forgot to introduce you.”

You didn’t catch her name. That was, without a doubt, the least interesting part of his sentence. Still, the words ‘My girlfriend’ resounded perfectly in your ears.

“Oh.” Congrats, you incorporated your first-ever adlib in your role, but please, follow the script. “Since—since when?”

“Since now, I think,” the girl finally took charge of the lines, attentive to neither yours nor Hanbin’s broken expressions, but she (at the very least) picked up on the awkward situation unfolding. “I guess I asked Hanbin out a few weeks ago? And he said yes, but we didn’t go anywhere from there until today when I… asked him to walk me home.”

“A few weeks ago?” Your breath fell short despite saying only four words.

Hanbin didn’t necessarily have the gall, but to better his conscious, he had to deliver an answer. “It happened in the middle of a convenience store.” Translation: he didn’t think that much of it.

“And you said yes?” Your voice was quiet. For the first time, Hanbin forgot what to say. For the first time, he forgot how to redirect the train. There was only one rail, and it was headed straight for the two of you.

Out of every confession leading up to now, this was by far the worst.

“Yes.”

At some point in time, he lost his girlfriend’s hand, but she delicately laced it back with his as pure reassurance, prompting him to add: “Yeah, I mean, I’ve been crushing on her all year. I figured, why not?”

He’s been crushing on her all year? He’s never mentioned that before, has he? If so, how could you not have possibly known?

“Why not…” Your body’s breaking down, losing function. “Why didn’t…” …you tell your best friend? Why didn’t you tell me you were on the cusp of killing your own best friend? “Why don’t you walk her home this week?”

That definitely wasn’t the response Hanbin was expecting, or wanted. But the director is intrigued, seeking confirmation as to whether their actors know their characters as much as they did, persisting in the change in script.

“What?” Anyone could’ve heard how his voice dejected an octave lower.

“Yeah… yeah, you know,” you trailed in, unsure as to whether you really meant what you were about to say, “I’m staying after to study for the test soon. I wouldn’t want you to walk home alone. Either of you.”

Hanbin convinced himself those last few words were rushed because the ones before were definitely a direct hit on him, and there’s not a second in this situation when he doesn’t regret saying yes to his girlfriend’s homeward request.

“You sure? I wouldn’t want to impose—”

“Are you serious?” He didn’t mean to interrupt his girlfriend as he did, and he especially didn’t want to sound as exasperated as he did. Nothing could stop your eyes from flashing a bit of concern; it was built into your system that Hanbin’s well-being was priority #1. “If you still need help, I could come over.”

Was he upset with you? Anger is common as far as human nature goes, but the genuine kind never rose between you and him. You’ve certainly seen him tense up in situations like confessions or tests even he didn't study for (no thanks to you), but did his shoulders always buckle so tight?

“I think you’ve helped enough.”

There, you’ve done it. Now, there lies two casualties. That red thread of fate did last until the very end.

“B-But I’m here now!” You sounded more enthused than you were. “And I don’t want to hold either of you up, so let’s start walking, yeah?”

You extended your arm, gesturing for them to lead the way. Part of you hoped he’d take your tainted hand instead, but he never did. He never could. His girlfriend had to tug for his body to finally react, and you witnessed his face surf through a plethora of emotions before settling on a forced cordial smile—one he used after every killing.

This moment felt all too familiar. Déjà vu all over again, only you felt out of place. This was a change in scenery. Rather than spotting the sunset, you watched as the couple turned their backs, your eyes boring into the back of an innocent’s head, who walked in the position you once had.

You were prepared to play the kicked puppy, a gate of tears ready for their cue. But you couldn’t, not when the boy who did away with your innocence walks already guilted with so many bodies, some that hadn’t even gone cold.

So, you never did.

You told him you needed all but 5 minutes. If it had been 5 minutes, would your life have been spared?

#zerobaseone #zb1 x reader #zb1 x gender neutral reader #sung hanbin #sung hanbin x reader #sung hanbin x gender neutral reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios

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johnny-coxville · 2 years

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How about a smutty one where the reader works on set and everyone on set is talking about how hot she is and it makes johnny jealous so he takes her into his trailer and makes sure they all know she's his??

I took some creative liberty with this, and threw in a little extra. A long fic for you guys this time.

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Johnny Knoxville x fem!reader nsfw

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Bite me

Today was a huge day for Johnny. It was a extremely hot day, and he was doing one his most wicked stunts. The Anaconda Ball Pit. All of the guys showed up. Some to watch, and others to hop right in with him.

Considering it was so hot today, you decided on a cooler outfit. A simple white tank, and a pair of black shorts. Accompanied by a old pair of Johnny's Converse, that were just a bit too big on you.

You decided on fishnets with your outfit, just because you liked the way Johnny would peer in your direction. Slipping them over your legs before tying your matted laces.

Johnny hadn't even seen your outfit until you were on set. Shooting you a smug smile. He was already in his odd outfit. His aviators accompanied his sailors hat and rainbow colored suspenders.

The guys were huddled around chit chatting before approaching Manny to start the stunt. Steve-o approached you, immediately looking you up and down. He whistled, followed with his signature goofy laugh. "Damn! Johnny's a real lucky lad. Might have to share a piece with me." He said looking to grab Chris.

You blushed. "Stop it Stephen." You giggled. Steve-o grabbed Pontius's shoulder. Whispering something into his ear and snickering. Chris smiled looking you up and down. He nodded his head whispering something back to Steve-o.

Johnny walked over, startling you by dropping his heads on your shoulders. "What are you guys doing over here. Hm?" He said looking at Steve-o and Chris with a sneer. The guys had followed Johnny over. Waiting for the stunt to start. Chris and Steve-o just giggled.

Bam chipped in. "Come the hell on. Hand her the camera and let's get this shit over with." Bam turned to the gear, looking through it for your labeled camera.

Knoxville's fingers dug into the back of your shoulders. He leaned into your ear whispering to you. "What were you three talking about?" He said in a sweet tone. You froze up a little bit.

Johnny was always the type to be extremely protective of you. Knowing how the guys were, they would constantly flirt with you. Sometimes to just plain piss Johnny off.

"They were complimenting my outfit. That's all." You said in a whisper. "Mmmm.. the outfit you wore for me? For my eyes to tear apart?" He said letting go of your shoulders. You didn't get the chance to squeak out a response.

Bam shoved the camera into your arms, they were nearly prepared for the shooting. He shot you a smile, as Johnny glared at you. Bam whispering something you couldn't entirely makeout, but Johnny didn't look the most happy.

You strapped your camera around and headed towards the ball pit. Standing right next to Erehen and Dave. Two of the most respectable guys you knew. Johnny eyed your every movement at that point. Not looking directly at you, but throwing side glances. Speaking to Manny about the danger of the stunt.

Dave gave you a nudge and smiled. "You look really really pretty today. I promise I don't mean that in a creepy way either." He chuckled. Erehen chimed in with the same energetic smile. "I agree! Johnny's Converse really fit you well too. You look beautiful." He said resting his hand on your shoulder a moment. You smiled wide with a small laugh. "You guys are sweethearts." You said only to catch Johnny's stern gaze. You smiled at him, though he kept his straight forward expression.

Steve-o had come back to you guys, of course adding in a few last words before he was shoed from the scene. "Nah. She's fucking gorgeous. Real fuckable face and ass. Man I could just-" Before Steve-o could finish his graphic detailing, Tremaine grabbed his shoulders.

"Enough Steve-o. You're not even part of this bit. So you can step back unless you're filming." He said walking him off. You sighed. Adjusting yourself to get ready to film. Dave and Erehen just standing to be in the peanut gallery.

Once the bit started you filmed. Watching the gruesome sight unfold. You cringed as you watched your boyfriend's wrist receive a wicked bite. Immediately after the cameras quit filming, he ran off set for a medic.

You sat your camera back down, running after him. He didn't want his arms cleaned, just getting the wound cleaned. Guessing it was some kind of war badge he'd brag about at the bar. Wrapping the bite throughly tight. The blood dried onto his arms, having dripped down all the way to his shirt.

Once he left the medic tent his eyes caught yours. You ran up to him of course, throwing a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around you. Staining the back of your shirt with the last bit of undried blood. He let go of you, stepping a foot back. "So. Do you just let every guy you see fuck you with their eyes?" He said crossing his arms.

You gave a puzzled look. "PJ what are you talking about." You said crossing your arms aswell. He always got jealous over the guys, and they usually knew it. Steve-o on the other hand just had a tendency of being a dog.

"I'm talking about you not swatting away the guys! They've been talking about you all day. Teasing me. Then I see you smiling it up while they praise you?" He said cocking an eyebrow. You shifted on your foot. Giving a frown.

"They're just being nice Johnny. Stop it. You know I only dress like this for you." You said with half a smile. You knew he wasn't genuinely angry with you. Though he did get jealous. And when he got jealous, he only had one way to prove his point.

"Mmm..." He nodded his head. Arms still folded. "Do you want them to watch you get fucking marked by me then? Do you want them to watch me destroy your begging pussy with my tongue?" He said leaning in closer to you.

Your stomach dropped. A complete switch in mood. "No.." You said softly. Turning away from him. "Johnny I'm going in the trailer, it's really hot out." You said walking towards the farther back of the lot. Spotting out his trailer.

You knew what you were doing by now. Setting yourself up to be pleasured by him. Playing stupid to ultimately get your way. He followed close behind you.

You opened the trailer door, pretending he isn't behind you, acting startled when he grabs a hold of it. Following you through the door.

Once you were inside he immediately grabbed your waist. Pulling your back against him. His grip bruising your sides. He leaned into your ear. Just breathing his hot breath. "You're mine. Not theirs. You're going to show them who owns you. The man who makes your legs shake.." He said biting into the side of your neck.

You let out a sudden moan. His teeth grinding into your neck. He moved his lips around your throat. Sucking spots into you. Making sure each one was aggressive and harder then the next. He wanted sloppy markings littered all over you.

You squirmed under his touch. Trying to break free from his tight hold, though he only held you closer. His love marks hurt. Though brought an odd type of pleasure your way.

One he was finished with your neck, he pulled his face back. Not letting go of you, but looking down at you. You looked up at him. Still sporting his glasses and hat. You removed his aviators with your free hand, and folded them. Sliding them onto the collar of his shirt.

He didn't give a reaction. Just keeping his eyes locked with yours. "Go on. Sit down. I'm not done with you." He said letting go of his death tight grip. You sighed. Chills running down your body.

"Any part of your pretty little body they look at, is going to me covered by me." He said bending down to the couch. He was on his knee's in front of you. Prying your semi clothed legs apart. "The door isn't locked either. Let's hope no one comes in and see's your pathetic little face."

He said running his hands up and down your thighs. His hands dipping into your inner thighs. He grabbed at the waist of your shorts. Undoing the button and tugging the zipper. You lifted yourself, and he tugged your shorts off.

Exposing the fact that you chose to wear no underwear beneath, just your fishnets. He smirked. Pulling your shorts from off of your shoes. He kept them on, spreading your legs once more.

Making bigger holes in your nets, he bit on your inner thighs. Sucking at your soft meat. You kept a hand over your mouth to keep from making noise. Though that aggravated him. Bring his hand up from your thigh, he grabbed your wrist.

"Don't be afraid to make noise. I want to hear how much you really love me. How good I make you feel." He said continuing to give small kisses. Closer and closer to your throbbing core. Biting marks into your sensitive flesh. The marks on your neck already beginning to show color.

Your mouth let out small desperate noises as he inched closer. Finally he was at your core. His face just a few inches away. His breath was warm against you. Sending shivers throughout your body.

He spread your legs as wide as possible. Pulling you lower in the process. Your back slumped on the couch. His fingers reached down to your center. Using two of them to rip the net. He ripped a sizeable hole.

Big enough to reach your begging center. Admittedly you were a little pissed. These were your favorite fishnets and now they were torn. Though that didn't matter all too much. Johnny's face was dipped in-between your legs.

Hot breath beckoning your hips to jolt forward. Though you waited in anticipation. His tongue finding your clit his lips attached. Sucking and flicking his tongue.

You were immediately overun with pleasure. Squirming under his fast touch. His hands holding your thighs down. Pressing you into the couch. He held you back from moving under his touch. Pulling his lips off. He flicked his tongue around your entire pussy.

Changing his pace every now and then. Then switching to just giving you striped licks. Your hands tugged at his hair. Attempting to suppress your moans. He chuckled beneath you. Enjoying every moment he could taste you.

Your breath hitched as you felt your orgasm creep closer. "Johnnnyyy. Please! I'm so close." You begged out. His tongue slid around. Stopping entirely. You gasped from the sudden loss of motion. Opening your eyes.

Your eyes opening only to see the sinister grin of Johnny's face. Letting go of his hair you frowned. Displaying a confused look. "Do you think you deserve to cum on my tongue sweetheart?" He said getting off his knees. He wiped away the slick on his face. Dipping his fingers into his mouth.

"I'm still mad at you. The way they look at you in that slutty little outfit? You just let them stare." He said in a questioning tone.

You shook your head no, but this wouldn't satisfy him. "Come on now. Get up. I want you bent over my knee." He said with a beckoning finger.

You slowly got up, your legs having a hard time keeping you up. Still completely feeling the effects of him. With that, he switched places with you. Sitting down and spreading apart his legs.

You turned on your heal. Reluctantly laying across his two knee's. He groaned as you got into position. Rubbing at your ass cheeks.

You lifted your ass, arching your back a small bit. "How many of the guys flirted with you. Hm?" He said giving you a hard smack. The pain ringing through your ass. "Steve-o.." He pulled back and slapped you again. Harder this time.

You let out a squeak. "Shh shh shh.. You let this happen sweetie. Chriss.." He let out with a smile. Your ass stung, ringing through your entire body. Though it felt amazing.

He smacked twice consecutively now. The hardest he had. You let out a cry and he rubbed your printed ass. "Dave and Erehen. Is there anyone else I don't know about?" He said with a small chuckle. "No Johnny.." You said trying to wriggle out of the position.

He didn't grab at you, letting your sore body free. He sat content with what he had done to your ass. He stood up himself and removed his sailor hat. Removing the glasses tucked into his shirt, and pulling his shirt over his head.

A few knocks came from outside, Johnny's head perking up. He shot a look at you, then back at the door.

"Who is it?" Johnny called out. Normally he would've stayed silently. Though he had some other unexpected plans to unfold.

"It's Chris! We weren't sure where you went." He said through the door. Steve-o chimed in presumably next to him. "Yeah dude! That snake bite was fucking gnarly." He said louder then Chris.

Johnny looked over to you and smirked. "Why are you looking at me like that!" You whispered over to him. He shifted his eyes away, back towards the door.

"How about you two come in here." He said opening the trailer door. You immediately got into the corner to try and hide your naked bottom half.

They obliged and entered the trailer. "No, no, no. Come here sweetheart." Johnny said stepping away for a moment.

Both the guys had confused expressions. Unsure to why Johnny invited them in, and why he was shirtless. Assuming he was going to play some sick prank on the both. Johnny grabbed at you in the corner. Whispering in your ear. "You're going to show them how much of a slut you are for me. I'm going to fuck you, and they're going to watch." He said, two hands firmly on your shoulders.

Your face went cold, but the heat in your body spiked. Was he really going to do this? No doubt.

You stepped out, practically being dragged. Chris and Steve-o both starring. Mouth agape. Your fishnets did zero justice in covering any part of your body.

They stood speechless a moment, before Johnny spoke up. "How about you guys stay awhile? She wanted some company while she gets her pussy fucked." He said beginning to undo his belt.

They eyed the markings on your body carefully. Knowing Johnny meant business. Chris was silent. A bit unsure of what to do. "Don't worry guys. Her pussy is mine, but feel free to shoot your loads onto her. She knows who she belongs to."

He said dropping his pants to his ankles. Steve-o immediately took up on the offer. Giving himself a quick rub through his pants. You didn't object the situation, admittedly extremely turned on by the ordeal.

You pulled your tank off, exposing the upper half of your body. Your breasts free from the scratchy material of your tank top.

You stood awkwardly in just your nets, basically entirely naked. Once Johnny was completely naked, he sat on his couch once more. Patting his thighs to get you on.

It wasn't the most comfortable position. But you straddled his thighs. Your back facing towards him. You saddled him reverse cowgirl. You hovered over his length.

He slowly guided himself inside the makeshift hole in your fishnets. You lowered yourself as much as you could to take him entirely. His cock completely inside of you. Resting a moment. It slid in easily due to the pooling wetness you had created.

Once you were adjusted, you jerked your hips a small bit. Admitting a small laugh from Knoxville's chest. He let out a small low grown before he grabbed at your hips. Bouncing you slowly up and down.

Chris watched intently as he stood. Stroking himself through his camo shorts. His imprint extremely visible due to his size. You weren't sure how long you would last like this. Between the feeling of his cock and two of your closest friends watching you get fucked. Johnny's rythem was deep and slow. Torturing you with his body. He whispered soft things into your ear as you did your best to look away from the two men. Feeling shameful everytime you saw them.

"You're such a little fucking whore. You're going to take all three of our loads and then cum all over my dick?" He said massaging your waist as the two of you rocked eachother.

Steve-o had completely taken himself out of his pants, a fist full of his length in hand. Slowly jerking himself. He watched with a smile. Knowing exactly where he wanted to shoot himself.

Chris had pulled himself down to his boxers. Still just groping himself through the fabric. Johnny's hands reached from your waist to your breasts.

Picking up his pace a bit he was sloppy. Not holding you in place. Instead squeezing and kneading at your bouncing breasts.

Steve-o stepped a small bit closer. Chris getting in closer aswell. Chris pulling his length out of his boxers.

Johnny moved his hands back to your hips. Driving you down hard on his cock. Rough bounces at a high speed. He groaned, as you begged him to fuck you.

"I knew you would enjoy this you fucking whore. I'm going to fuck you until you know who owns your pretty little body." He said shifting his position just slightly. His cock hitting a entire new area.

Your pleasure was spiked, and you let out a struggled moan. By now both Steve-o and Chris were working at themselves. Watching your used body. You could feel yourself coming undone. Johnny relentlessly slamming into you. His groans turning into guteral growls.

Steve-o was the first to go, letting out a small groan and leaking out his load. Johnny chuckled. You could pay no attention, you were only focus on the insane pleasure your boyfriend brought you.

It was nearly too much to handle. His noises fueling you. As you began to twitch and convulse around him, Chris stepped forward quickly. Shooting his load onto your breasts the best he could.

As he did you yelled. Johnny pulling on your hips as his orgasm ripped through. "You're going to be fucking leaking with my cum bitch." He groaned out as you felt the warmth of his load fill inside. A building pressure inside. He held himself in deep, and you attempted to ride out the last of your orgasm.

He removed one hand from your hips, pulling at your hair. Snapping your head back. Into your ear he whispered. "Now you KNOW. Who fucking owns you. That's my fucking pussy to cum inside of. You're mine." He said letting go of your hair.

Chris and Steve-o fixing themselves up. Still watching with fascination. Once Johnny was satisfied, you both struggled to untangle from one another. Once you were off of him, his cum seeped from inside.

He pressed the last bit of cum from his tip and stood up wobbly. "You two can go now, unless you want to clean this off my dick." He said letting out a small laugh. Chris let out his last words and opened the trailer door. Steve-o needing to make his last remark. "We need to do this more often. That's the best fucking load I've ever had." He said shooting you a smile.

You just rolled your eyes. Watching him leave the trailer. Once you two were alone again, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips and smiled.

"I love you sweetheart. Hope you don't hurt too bad." He said tracing his fingers around the markings he left on your body. You shook your head. "I love you too Johnny." You said finding your clothes on the floor.

You headed towards the bathroom to clean yourself up. Walking back onto set would feel extremely shameful. Though Johnny would be extremely proud with his handy work.

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